(Knowledge)

I crave every second I can get
Knowing there must not be many left
A flashing screen of lights
Where everything will be resolved
In 30 minutes or less

It is comfortable
It is safe
No obligation, no implications
It inevitably leaves me longing for more

The apple I bought, a convenience store
Hourglass grains and a threshing floor
The bite I took, eyes opened wide
Now, be quick, I am out of time

Peace

The softness
Sounding on rooftops in retreat
Falling through cracks among the leaves
Touching the earth, beneath my feet
The anger
Subsided

This is the calm after the storm.

The Thinker

Hand pressed
against the back of the forward seat
Wrinkled, aging, still
a power, a purpose in the motion

You gaze
Rodin's inspiration
Eyes
like furniture in an empty house
"To protect, to prevent
To preserve!"
From underneath, Gatsby warms
The sight is familiar
To a flaw
And the beauty I saw
Floated past your view
A veteran, an assembly line

Eyes
that declare: an account for 60 years
Eyes
(which look away)
that have seen the world
Or at least a fragment

Concerning Rousseau's quarrel,
his rival:
Have the days been
nasty, brutish, short?
For all your brilliance
Is it so?

You keep your silence, huddled
To keep yourself warm
On a worn, wandering bench
Frequented by countless others
Before.

Fade...

(a song)
sitting alone
watching the smoke as it
tries to escape
the circles of the fan

what a waste
all of these useless mistakes
that i made
just to please you

pull out your ghost
to keep me haunted
write me a note so i know
sing us a song
to keep us close
while im drifting along on my own

pick up the speed
turn the dial til you
find what you need
it drowns you out

been thinking of you
and how i cant
hear the sound of your voice
anymore

pull out your ghost
to keep me haunted
write me a note so i know
sing us a song
to keep us close
while im drifting along on my own

lie down,
the brightness burns my
eyes out,
so fill me with your
lies now,
and i'll be satisfied

pull out your ghost
to keep me haunted
write me a note so i know
sing us a song
to keep us close
while im drifting along on my own

Reflections on a Red Brick Wall

You are small,
Cornered by giants,
So insignificant.
But you caught my eye
More than the grandiose surroundings;
Maybe it was the contrast
That captured my attention.

You are old,
In a state of refined decay,
Like the wrinkles that signify wisdom.
You watched as others sprung up
Like spring flowers all around you;
Yet you remained.

You are tarnished,
The soot and filth of decades
Cling furiously to your sides.
But there is a strange sort of beauty
In your uncommon style
And I fell in love.

Red

Stop

The flowers of your love
are bleeding on the carpet
Your tired eyes watch the deepening sun
Set.

The apples are poised to plummet
to the fiery ground,
You trample the brakes
and illuminate the brick streets in soft
Glow.

Wine flows, a rooster crows
and you awake from the night,
Your heart in your throat.

Stop

Roman Girl

A golden sheen
Escapes from the folds
Of your dress
As you walk through the wheat,
Taking in the warmth
With a basket 'round your arm
And a hand upon your brow.

You don't trouble yourself
With needless agitation
And your skin stays young
Your smile effortless, instinctive.

Can I get to know you?
And you can share with me the secret
Of keeping a heart
Like a child.